115개의 게시물을 찾았습니다.
A new attempt by the D.P.R.K.
to undermine the S.K. society! (??^^)
Yesterday during the afternoon(CET) edition of CNN "World News Asia" I saw a very short report about a music group of "N.K. female defectors", getting a "growing enthusiastic" audience in S.K., especially in the "young female scene". The name of the band: Dallae(Music Group)/달래음악단.
Actually the music of the group wasn't really to understand in the contribution. So I was checking in the internet(google), but only on (f..) Voice of America I found something, but today it had already disappeared..
But finally in Hankyoreh I found a text(actually it was reprinted from Yonhap..).
Anyway here comes the music, on Korean searching machines I found several links (wow, it seems that the music taste in S.K. is getting a kind of "very strange"^^):
멋쟁이 by 달래음악단
Here
http://blog.naver.com/sjhan9?Redirect=Log&logNo=140028241131
you can watch the video clip(it's also very strange!!!)
And here the article from Hankyoreh/Yonhap:
N. Korean female defector band eyes stardom in the South
Although their debut album has not been released yet, the Dallae Music Band is already upbeat, hoping to hit it big. The five-woman band, all North Korean defectors, has made a string of media appearances at home and abroad and signed with Seoul's leading entertainment firm.
While anything related to North Korea sounds off-key to the highly commercialized South Korean entertainment world, the young women believe they have their own specialty to show -- North Korea-style music and dance.
"Some say, 'What can North Korean defectors do?'," Kang Yu-eun, 19, who plays accordion for the band, said.
"When we hear that label, defectors, about us, our hearts get heavy," she said, "We want to show we are from the North and that we have dance and music to show."
Kang and the four other members, aged 19 through 28, are trying to succeed in the local entertainment industry with their artistic talent developed in the North. Working from 6 a.m. to midnight and sometimes sleeping at their training home in southern Seoul, they dream of becoming famous - minus the label of a "defector band."
The band's debut album is to be released next month with the title song "Dandy," a sweet love song that combines the South Korean trendy fox-trot genre with North Korean high-pitched singing style and is presented with cute choreography borrowed from North Korea. The song sounds like a North Korean song, not with propaganda lyrics but phrases like "100 years is not enough for your love for me" or "Sharalala, my love, you're my dandy."
Having defected from the North over the past several years, they are reluctant to say where they came from or why they left because of fear of persecution of their relatives. Some have changed their names.
Han Ok-jeong, the oldest member and lead vocalist, who sang for the propaganda band of the North's Workers' Party until she defected in 1998, says the members want to leave their past behind and rebuild their lives here. Even the sight of a movie set built to look like Panmunjom, where they recently went to shoot a music video, was painful, she said Panmunjom is the truce village inside the demilitarized zone separating the two Koreas.
"We are laughing and making jokes here in Panmunjom, but if we were really there, we just can't. It's a place of pain," she said during a rehearsal for the filming of the band's music video at Seoul Studio Complex in Namyangju, northeast of Seoul, where there are recreations of the Joint Security Area of Panmunjom and traditional Korean houses.
One of the biggest differences they face in the South is language. Although language does not seem to be a problem for defectors in the South, they are often embarrassed to hear lots of English words used in the entertainment world. Words like "ready," "action" and "go" are still new to them.
Unlike most South Korean bands that use English names, their band name "Dallae" is a pure Korean word -- a wild berry that ripens in the spring -- something warm and sweet that they hope will help thaw relations between the peoples of the South and the North.
Kim Yong-cheol, their manager from Orange Entertainment, said Dallae may be the first of its kind in the South, where North Korean defectors mostly live outside the mainstream, but not the last.
"Someday we will see South Korean singers perform with North Korean orchestras, and vice versa. Just we are seeing that a little earlier. A band like this won't be uncommon," he said.
http://english.hani.co.kr/arti/english_edition/e_entertainment/143380.html
PS:
To my comrades from Suomi/FIN who will likely visit very soon the D.P.R.K.: You must take many copies of this stuff with you and try to sell it in P.Y.(try it on the black market/"jang-madang", just ask for it.. harrharr..)!!! Or at least you must learn this song - remember, they will force you to sing a song..
for the german stuff please check out:
http://blog.jinbo.net/imho/?pid=595#more_anchor595
PS: The(German) text - it's the same like the last song on "imho's" contribution(W. Biermann) - of the song is more a kind of simple[pretty stupid(??)] "revolution romance"..^^
IN CONCERT
2006.3.11
REVOLUTIONARY PROPAGANDA
BY USING THE TOOLS OF THE CLASS ENEMY^^
연영석同志 홈페이지:
And somewhere here in my anti-war report you can see/hear the(more beautiful) live version:
http://blog.jinbo.net/CINA/?cid=11&pid=147
http://blog.jinbo.net/dopehead/?pid=324
FRANK ZAPPA & CAPTAIN BEEFHEART
MUFFIN MAN
The muffin man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the utility muffin
Research kitchen... reaching for an oversized chrome spoon he gathers an
Intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants and brushing his scapular aside
Procceds to dump these inside of his shirt...
He turns to us and speaks:
Some people like cupcakes better. I for one care less for them!
Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully charged icing
Anointment utensil he poots forths a quarter-ounce green rosette (oh ah yuk
Yuk... let’s try that again...!) he poots forth a quarter-ounce green rosette
Near the summit of a dense but radiant muffin of his own design.
Later he says:
Some people... some people like cupcakes exclusively, while myself, I say
There is naught nor ought there be nothing so exalted on the face of god’s grey
Earth as that prince of foods... the muffin!
Girl you thought he was a man
But he was a muffin
He hung around till you found
That he didn’t know nuthin’
Girl you thought he was a man
But he only was a-puffin’
No cries is heard in the night
As a result of him stuffin’
Bruce fowler on trombone, napoleon murphy brock on tenor sax, and lead vocals,
Terry bozzio on drums, tom fowler on bass, denny walley on slide, george duke
On keyboards, captain beefheart on vocals, and soprano sax, and madness. thank
You very much for coming to the concert tonight. hope you enjoyed it. goodnight
Austin, texas, where ever you are.
Einstuerzende Neubauten
Halber Mensch
Halber Mensch
Halber Mensch
Geh weiter, in jede Richtung
Wir haben Wahrheiten fuer dich
aufgestellt
Halber Mensch
In ihren Rissen leuchten unsre
Sender
Zu jeder vollen Stunde senden wir deine Werte
Geh weiter
Halber Mensch
Wir sorgen fuer dich
Wir nehmen fuer dich wahr
Halber Mensch
Wer geteilt ist, hat nicht mitzuteilen
Wir sorgen fuer dich
Wir nehmen fuer dich wahr
Wir sorgen fuer dich
Wir triggern deine Sinne
Rauschunterdrueckung
Halber Mensch
Du siehst die Sender nicht
Und Kabel haengen
Laengst verlegt
Aus deinen Nerven-
Enden laengs des Wegs
Geh weiter!
Sieh deine zweite Haelfte...
Wer geteilt ist hat nicht mitzuteilen
Wir sorgen fuer dich
Wir triggern deine Sinne
Wir nehmen fuer dich wahr
Wir sorgen fuer dich
Dass die zweite Haelfte dich niemals trifft
Halber Mensch
Sieh deine zweite Haelfte
Die scheinbar grundlos
Schreiend erwacht
Schreiend naeherkommt
Du siehst sie nicht
Bist gefesselt vom Abendprogramm
Geh weiter in jede Richtung
Wer geteilt ist, hat nichts mitzuteilen
Nach wie vor
Nach wie vor
Streng dich an
Streng dich an
Nach wie vor
Wir sorgen fuer dich
Wir nehmen fuer dich wahr
Wir sorgen fuer dich
Wir triggern deine Sinne
Wir sorgen fuer dich
Dass die zweite Haelfte dich niemals trifft
Halber Mensch
Mir nichts dir nichts
Steht da der Schnitter
Geh weiter
Stoesst an
Geht nicht weiter - Du formlose Knete
Aus der die Lebensgeister
Den letzten Rest
Funken aussaugen
Fliegen angestachelt taumelnd, besoffen davon
Tanzen nutzlos in der Sonne
Mach dir nichts aus
Sie machen gar aus
Ein Bild fuer die Goetter
Schoenen Gruss vom Schnitter
Sicheln nicht sein!
Verwesen
..Get What You Want!!!
(R.Stones, Beggars Banquet, 1968)
I saw her today at a reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she would meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man
No, you can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
And if you try sometime you find
You get what you need
I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she was gonna meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you might find
You get what you need
Oh yeah, hey hey hey, oh...
And I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration
If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"
Sing it to me now...
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you just might find
You get what you need
Oh baby, yeah, yeah!
I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead"
I said to him
You can't always get what you want, no!
You can't always get what you want (tell ya baby)
You can't always get what you want (no)
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You get what you need
Oh yes! Woo!
You get what you need--yeah, oh baby!
Oh yeah!
I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need
You can't always get what you want (no, no baby)
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need, ah yes...
(live version, 1972)
"Just as every cop is a criminal.."
(Sympathy For The Devil, R. Stones, Beggars Banquet, 1968)
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
...
Oh yeah, get on down
...
Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame
...
Oh, yeah
What's me name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name
...
Oh, yeah
In The Wake Of Poseidon
(1970)
Plato's spawn cold ivyed eyes
Snare truth in bone and globe
Harlequins coin pointless games
Sneer jokes in parrot's robe
Two women weep, Dame Scarlet Screen
Sheds sudden theatre rain
Whilst dark in dream the Midnight Queen
Knows every human pain
In air, fire, earth and water
World on the scales
Air, fire, earth and water
Balance of change
World on the scales
On the scales
Bishop's kings spin judgement's blade
Scratch "Faith" on nameless graves
Harvest hags Hoard ash and sand
Rack rope and chain for slaves
Who fireside fear fermented words
Then rear to spoil the feast
Whilst in the aisle the mad man smiles
To him it matters least
Heroes hands drain stones for blood
To whet the scaling knife
Magi blind with visions light
Net death in dread of life
Their children kneel in Jesus till
They learn the price of nail
Whilst all around our mother earth
Waits balanced on the scales
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